1. TOWARDS THE BLACK HORIZON

On a fullmoonnight of the Northern winter
With my eclipsed soul as the sword in my hand
I march towards the eternal perdition
Where no might of God prevails

Over the domains of God
Where I rage my way through His legions
Once again I dry my sword of blood
I feel stronger by every drop
At the gates my immortality decides my fate
Shall I step onto the downward stairs
Or shall I be the wolf in Heaven
Destruction of divinity?

When my reign on Earth has ceased
My soul inherits the crown
And my meaningless carnal existence
Disappears with the wind

For me the sun will never rise again
From behind the horizon
I shall follow my shadow
Bound by no laws

I drown into the mist of blasphemy
Into the depths of eternity
My black dreams gather as one
To complete my reality


2. EMBRACED BY FLAMES

Galloping over horizon
The black riders veiled in the haze of the fells
Warriors of the feared Emperor
He who holds the scythe
They ride to redeem the fallen souls
Into the embracement of flames

The inverted Trinity awaits
Those with seven confessions to make
And their sins will be forgiven
In front of the ashes of Heaven
And the scythe drains thy veins
Thou shalt be eternal
Thou shalt join the riders of death
And behold the embodiement of doom behind the sun

The gift has now been given
Into the shadows
And you become one of them
The souls astray


3. ARDENT PASSION TO THE LIQUID OF LIFE

The acrid taste of thy virgin blood
Reminds me of my bleeding eyes
And my tears blend into those drops
Together they stream on thy moondust hair
Into the screen of mist I suddendly disappear
Leaving the macabre stench on thy dying existence

Despair of not having you lying besides me
Resounds in these four walls of my grave
And the feeling of you so near me
Strangles my gaze into the might of solitude
Though I gained more powers of thy death
Yet the life shall be now eternal

Thy fragile and pale presence
Glows in the smouldering passion of thine
Which as a tempest tears thee within
When thy fangs are wed to my neck

Before the sun embarks the sky
And sails over the hours so torturing
We must return to our kingdom
To rest over the day
And when the twelfth hour is at hand
Thou liveth of blood...


4. THOU ART THE SOURCE OF MY DREAMS

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